Every day
so busy working to arrange
a few hours of careless fun,
debt-extended, auto-motivated shoppers
cannot account for the freaky weather,
even as killer storms blow apart
those trailer park dreams
of wanna-be millionaires
who spent Her greenwood mantle
on the wage-paper promise
that more of everything forever
is always on sale at WalMart
for all their ad-driven desires
in their ever-growing billions,
cyclone cellars seem as obsolete
as the grandiloquent Wizard of Oz,
since that long ago audience
of hungry young parents
sold farm and forest
to give their children
a future.

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